My grandfather died today. There won't be a funeral. He will be cremated which goes against every grain in my body, but there's nothing I can do about it. He lived a long and beautiful life, and that's enough.
I'd been expecting this. My grandfather went into the hospital Sunday with some sort of infection and we knew he wouldn't be with us more than a few more weeks. But two days later? All things considered, this is a good thing; he suffered far longer than is fair.
I just never thought it would suck this much.
